Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
The curse-filled eyes, the lips that had tasted despair, the seductive face leaned close to Han Fei. She was injured. She had abandoned her soul. She walked out of the curse and hugged Han Fei’s head. She looked down at the face that couldn’t remember her.
“I might not be saved anymore. I might disappear the next time you blink. So please don’t let go when you look at me. Hug me close, like this.” The curses coursed through her wounds. 99 deaths and 99 memories made Xu Qian like this. However, there was no regret in her words. She trusted Han Fei implicitly and placed her last bet on Han Fei. “That’s it. Hug me tightly!”
The woman made from curses dominated Han Fei’s eyes. She branded herself in Han Fei’s mind.
The black cloth over the memory started to change. Han Fei tightened his arms and chanted the last step of the ghost marriage. “Resurrection!”
Endless curses flowed into the paper doll through the red threads. The broken paper doll opened its eyes. The pupils reflected on the endless night, the spreading city, and Han Fei beside the doll.
The paper doll couldn’t speak, but its expression was very life-like. She seemed to have moved into the doll. The ancestral home’s despair and Yin energy were absorbed by the door. A weak hatred pounded in the doll’s heart. It tugged on the red thread and leaned on Han Fei. The moment Resurrection was completed, Han Fei slightly narrowed his eyes. He saw the woman’s 99 deaths. The horrible deaths cut his heart. His mind churned with waves, and the waves slammed into the black cloth that suppressed his memory!
His body trembled non-stop. The split on the black cloth ripped. His own voice echoed in his mind.
“So I’ve already stopped you 99 times…”
“What can I do to make you stay?”
“Is it to give you hope? Or to push you away at the start? Or to destroy this city, to make the moon cry, and to have the ghosts riot?”
The curses on his body disappeared. Han Fei lifted his head. His eyes were different from before. Putting on his suit and the white smiling mask, Han Fei hugged the
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